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Stealing Spree

Note: There's no magic in this novel. This was previously in the Realistic Fiction genre but it's not included in the choices. So I picked the closest one to it. Onoda Ruki is just your ordinary high school student. He strived for being the Classmate A who's unimportant to the story. Despite being the Classmate A. Onoda has a secret desire which he always had ever since young and that was to steal each and every girl from their guy. Join him as he entered his high school days as he conquer and steal every girl he sets his eyes on. And along the way, the growth in his character and those around him. TAGS: Netori, Romance, R-18, Harem, School Life Discord Invite: BWBWUrU Support me on Patreon: /dyrem *I do not own the cover photo. I will take it out if requested. *DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious way. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Moreover, the ages of the characters appearing in this fiction are 18 and above.

Dyrem · Urbano
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2454 Chs

Returning to the Waiting Room

Before returning like I planned, I spent a few minutes more organizing my thoughts about Orimura-sensei. She's still a troublesome woman in my dictionary but because of what happened between us, I'm sure she'll start running in my head along with my girls. The taste of her lips and body as well as her minute sensual movements were still fresh in my mind. It won’t fade away anytime soon.

In any case, even if I worried myself to death here, nothing was going to change. She wouldn't return to talk to me and even if she did, with the state of our minds, nothing would be concluded.

That left me with only one option. To silently wait for the next instance we could be together and be open to talk honestly.

"Alright. I cannot be stuck here any longer. I better go and see them."

I cleared my head and walked out of the door. Before stepping out, I took one last look behind me.